I LOVE Friday mornings as some of my a favourite life and craft (yarny especially) bloggers update their posts around the end of the week and it is great to catch up. I am alway in awe of the amazing work, patience, creativity, mindfulness and zest for life that people have. Inspired so often, but alas
a bit slow to emulate them!
I did start a CAL based on the one at Coastal Crochet but after round 4, went into a sort of panic as I CANNOT yet DO RANDOM COLOURS…although I wanted to reduce the yarn stash. Anyway it was while I was supposed to be not doing new stuff, so it was frogged and I learnt something about myself. (Impulsive, impatient but rather staid!!).
Enough about that.
I learnt this week that Less is (definitely) More. The Agent came to view the house to advise me on whether to sell or rent. He was here a loooong time. He arrived with a huge fancy camera and my heart sank…This is despite the fact that the house looked streamlined, restful and spotless. The sun was shining too, which helped. After some discussion, I was still in two minds about what to do and wanted to talk to the voice of reason (the WC) when the Agent popped off the lens cover and went into director mode.
Are you going to take photos now?, I asked.
May as well, he said. Whether you rent or sell we can use them.
He then positioned himself in the doorway of the living room and said
You will have to get rid of some of this clutter.
What clutter?, I asked.
This, he said, with a sweeping gesture of his free hand.
Trust me, he said, I used to work for the BBC, I can get a bit carried away with camera shoots.
He then directed me – to be fair – he did help lug the odd bit of furniture around – into removing just about every object from every surface, the rug in the living room and repositioning things for about an hour. I was exhausted. BUT the photos are amazing. I was (still am) very proud of my little house.
By the end I had decided to sell as the list of what needed to be done to rent was growing longer and more costly as we moved around the house.
He then told me it would be up on the website in the morning. Viewings are to be held on one day at the end of next week.
When he left, I cried for my house, my home. But it made sense. I then walked around and realised that without the things he had moved, the place really did look great and although I do not have much, I have always craved less.
After some prosecco and a good night’s sleep. I hit the wardrobes, etc. Bags of things went to charity, the dump, a friend, and there is more to go….
I then started painting and that, dear reader, is what I will be doing this weekend. With the lovely WC. Tarting up the hallway….etc.
Because on Monday I start work at one Trust and will be busy for 4 days….so it has to be done before then.
So, it is all happening.